Father Mulcahy X Reader - Blog Posts

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      ❀ Genre/Prompt: Fluff/headcanons

      ❀ Pairing: Francis Mulcahy x (Gender Neutral) Reader

      ❀ Word Count: 1,180 words

      ❀ A/N: Been on a René kick as of recently (on top of M*a*s*h and Star Trek) so I thought I’d throw this together for the fun of it. No disrespect to the character or religion, but for fanfic purposes Imma change it up so he’s able to date and all that. We’re just gonna assume that Catholic priests can do all that for the purpose of the fic 👀  Not the best work, but I hope y’all enjoyyyy!!!

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❀ Despite being free to be with and love who he choses, the concept of being with another person in a romantic sense was no easier for francis to understand than it would have been if he couldn't

❀ He wasn’t a womanizer like Hawkeye, a lover boy like Duke, or even a charmer like Painless

❀ Hell, he wasn’t even as good with women as Frank Burns was

❀ And that was saying something

❀ All he was was a nerdy romantic with little confidence in his abilities

❀ That being said, he didn’t realize any of this until he joined the Korean War

❀ More specifically, when he met you during the Korean War

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❀ When the 4077th M*A*S*H was created he was one of the first people added to the staff

❀ Ironically enough, so were you

❀ Being apart of the ‘Support Staff,’ you two were stationed together and even got put on the same transports to move to your new unit

❀ And, given the fact you all are forced together with people you don’t know, introducing yourself to everyone is bound to happen

❀ This idea was both nerve-racking and fun to Francis, but he was hoping that he’d meet someone friendly first

❀ So how lucky do you think he felt when the first person he introduced himself to was you?? 

❀ This meeting, though slightly forced, ended up actually being quite enjoyable

❀ The countless hours it took to go from the States, to Hawai'i, to Korea, etc. provided an adequate amount of time to you both to get to know each other and the life you held before you were drafted

❀ You guys’ experience ended up even better when you learned you were stationed in the same camp

❀ This meant you both had a friend to make the transition easier!!

❀ Something a lot of people did not get

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❀ Francis has to constantly be studying, interpreting, and teaching the Bible, so he is almost always seen with his nose behind his pocket Bible and notebook

❀ So one way that you make him feel involved and appreciate is by always sitting in silence with him as he prays and reads/writes

❀ Some people find it boring, but you find peaceful

❀ He always scoots a little closer to you and occasionally shows you the passages he is reading and tells you what he thinks about them

❀ He does this to spark a conversation, and you appreciate the effort!!

❀ Cause sometimes he gets hyper focused and it’s hard to get his attention

❀ Ironically though, once you get him talking he usually can’t stop

❀ A lot of people think he’s shy and introverted but he’s actually very personable

❀ He is a gemini after all!!

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❀ You don’t like his nickname Dago Red since it’s used as a term of disrespect, but you reluctantly go along with it since he didn't seem bothered by it

❀ Instead of using it you gave him a new nickname

❀ Well, one of many that is

❀ Too many. This man was too precious so of course you can’t just stop at one

❀ In order to be more respectful to his Irish heritage, you dubbed him Acushla/Macushla

❀ His favorites were sweetheart and darling though

❀ They just feel so domestic and wholesome that he can’t help but internally gush over them

❀ In a way, they help him forget that he’s stuck in a vicious and pointless war and puts him in a more stateside mindset

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❀ Life in the war seemed to flash by him, but also drag, ironically, exceedingly slow

❀ And all he and the rest of the camp knew was that they had to do their best to ignore the difficulties the war threw at them and the ones in need

❀ The only issue with this dynamic being the fact that someone has to act as an emotional support when needed

❀ And that person was usually him

❀  Francis definitely has his moment of depression

❀ A depression that leaves him hopeless and distraught

❀ But now, despite the difficulty of the war, his mindset has been vastly improved

❀ Instead of having to rely on himself or vices when he’s at his lowest point, he now has you to lean on 

❀ After being together in the war for so long, you two even developed a sort of sixth sense that immediately lets the other know when they’re needed

❀ Despite it being a weird little aspect of you guys’ dynamic, it proves to be the one saving grace he has when everything becomes too much

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❀ Once you two get into a relationship he swears he’s become the happiest he’ll ever be 

❀ It was the kind of slow burn romance that made him take forever to pick up on the cues you dropped 

❀ He’s very hesitant to enter into a relationship given he doesn’t have much experience, but you help bring out the romantic in him

❀ Which calms his nerves a bit

❀ You two get teased by the rest of the camp since you are too wholesome for the environment, but it’s all lighthearted fun

❀ In reality they’re just jealousy that you guys are able to have a healthy and relationship despite the war raging around you two

❀ Honestly, he’s the sweetest, most innocent lover you’ve had

❀ Which makes his small suave and romantic moves so shocking

❀ He’s a surprisingly good kisser despite his lack of experience though

❀ The reality of kissing is different than what it’s shown to be, but Francis really makes every kiss feel like you’re in a movie

❀ When it comes to getting intimate or doing anything past ‘the point of no return’ you two end up stepping back and forcing yourself to wait

❀ Although he loves you and wants to have a future with you, his faith comes first

❀ Gotta keep this Godly man pure 😩

❀ On the time that you two get off together you usually end up either reading with each other, listening to radio, taking walks, or spending quality time together

❀ But, when the night gets late and the excitement of the day dies down, you both whisper about the various adventures your future together holds and the plans you want to make come alive

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❀ At the end of the day, he’s glad he got drafted

❀ No one willingly wants to go to war and see the endless suffering on both sides but, as a man of God, he knows that everything happens for a reason

❀ To him, you are that reason

❀ You are the part of his life worth suffering for

❀ And now that he knows you reciprocate that feeling, this war just got a fraction better than before

Father Mulcahy - Conflictions and Confessions

Fandom: M*A*S*H (show) Pairing: Father Mulcahy x gender neutral reader Requested by @inlovewithmulcahy​: something with reader and Mulcahy would be great.. I guess like something with a dancing, kissing, cuddling etc. Very sensory driven? Maybe some confessions of love (and if you’re comfortable then turn up the heat with light NSFW?) Word count: 1028 Notes: This is my first imagine for M*A*S*H and my first time writing for Father Mulcahy. This isn’t meant to offend anyone who is of Catholic belief. I understand that generally priests do not have relationships, but this is only fiction. I hope you enjoy!

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You swayed slowly to the grainy-sounding song playing on the jukebox in the officer’s club. Your arms were wrapped loosely around Father Mulcahy’s neck, and his were around your waist. His hands were firmly rest on the small of your back, never straying or going any lower. Your head was on his shoulder; his leaned against yours softly. You could feel his crucifix necklace against your chest, and you felt his breathing on your neck.

It had been a very long week. There had been tons of casualties and one day the compound had been shelled. Luckily, no one had been injured but it caused a great deal of fear and tension. It was quiet now, though, and you and Father Mulcahy were relishing in it. Almost everyone else had left the club, for it was late and everyone was exhausted from such a long week. The only other people in the place were Hawkeye, Lieutenant Baker, and Klinger who was manning the bar. But you and Father Mulcahy just wanted to spend as much time with each other as you could before things picked up again.

You sighed slowly. “I wish we could have more moments like this.”

“As do I,” he replied. “But I am grateful for the moments we do have.”

You smiled. “Me too. Especially after this week.”

He nodded. “The Lord knew what we needed.”

“Thank him for me next time you see him,” you said half-jokingly.

You felt a laugh rumble through Father Mulcahy’s chest. “I’ll try to remember.”

“Keep room for Jesus, you two,” Hawkeye teased, moving closer to the two of you with Baker practically attached to his hip. They, too, were dancing, though they were pressed more firmly against each other than you and the Father.

You rolled your eyes playfully at Hawkeye who just grinned.

“There is always room for Him if you let there be,” Father Mulcahy said, though he did move back slightly. You knew it was conflicting for him to be so close to your physically and follow his beliefs. You never pushed him or did anything he wasn’t comfortable with. It was confusing enough for him as it was without you putting any kind of pressure onto him. You were just happy to spend time with him in whatever ways he felt most comfortable with.

“Well said, Father,” Hawkeye replied.

You pulled back fully and untangled your arms from his neck. “It’s late. I should probably get some sleep. Will you walk me back to my tent?”

“Of course, my dear,” Father Mulcahy said with a smile. He removed his arms from your waist and nodded at Hawkeye. “Goodnight Hawkeye. Lieutenant.”

“Night Father, night Y/N,” Hawkeye said. He smiled. “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.”

You smiled and saw Father Mulcahy’s cheeks redden.

He led you through the camp, hand gently rested on the small of your back. You two walked in silence, just enjoying the quiet of the night.

“Well,” you said as you approached your tent, “this is my stop.”

Father Mulcahy smiled. “Goodnight, Y/N. Thank you for tonight.”

“It was my pleasure,” you said with a grin. “I’ll meet you in the mess tent for breakfast?”

He nodded. “I’ll see you then.”

You leaned in and gave him a gentle kiss on the cheek. You felt his cheek muscles tighten with a smile. “Do you want to come in for a bit?”

He hesitated. He frowned with thought, then said, “Well, perhaps for a little while.”

You smiled widely and opened the door to your tent. You shucked off your shoes and sat on your cot. “Make yourself at home.”

Father Mulcahy smiled softly and sat beside you on the bed.

“Just so you know, I’m not expecting or thinking about anything other than just hanging out,” you told him.

“I appreciate that,” he said with a nod. “But perhaps… we could lie in the bed together?”

A grin broke out across your face. “I’d love that.”

You two lay down and Father Mulcahy wrapped his arms around you, awkwardly at first but once you nuzzled against his chest he relaxed. You listened to his heartbeat, the sound calming your mind and your body.

You sighed in content. “You know, maybe the only good thing about this war has been meeting you.”

“I have felt the same way about you.” He gently ran his fingers up and down your bicep. “The connections and relationships we’ve made here will always be something I cherish. But what I have with you… is something I have never felt. I never thought I would ever feel like this.”

You smiled softly. “I know how confusing it must be, being a priest and all.”

“Yes,” he admitted slowly. “But these are trying times, and I… hope the Lord will forgive me.”

“Being close with someone shouldn’t be a sin,” you said gently. “But I know that you will be forgiven.”

“Thank you. I apologize if my confliction ever causes you discomfort.”

You shook your head. “You don’t have to apologize. I knew what I signed up for when I started having feelings for a priest,” you said with a small laugh.

Father Mulcahy smiled. “Y/N, may I confess something to you?”

“But I thought you were the priest,” you joked.

He laughed. “Even we need someone to confess to every now and then.”

“You can tell me anything,” you said, moving to prop yourself up on your elbows.

He looked at you nervously. “I think… I might be falling in love with you.”

Your eyes widened and your heart skipped a beat. You stared at him with your mouth open slightly for a good minute while he looked at you anxious for a response.

“I… I think I’m falling in love with you, too,” you replied, smiling widely at him.

“Really?” he asked, a smile spreading on his face.

You nodded.

“Well, then, may I kiss you?” he asked meekly.

You placed a hand on his cheek gently. “Please.”

His gaze moved from your lips up to your eyes. When he met your gaze, you both smiled. He leaned in, softly pressing his lips against yours.